Got to get away from the city for a bit last week, snuck down to the Shaker Village in Mercer County with my partner and Sweet Baby Jesus (aka my little brother). Between the three of us there was at least ten cameras, with the Polaroids outnumbering the DSLRs, and we managed to keep ourselves quite entertained hiking and wandering about the village taking photos.
Went hunting some of that golden hour light each day but Mother Nature had other plans. Got some colorful skies, but the clouds always seemed to slide in front of the sun at just the wrong moment.
This was my fifth or sixth visit in recent years, mostly skipped the buildings this time around in favor of being outside taking in some of the nearly 3,000 acres that make up the village and its environs.
The community here was founded more than two hundred years ago and although the Shakers died out a century ago the pace of life here doesn't feel much changed.
Discovered a newfound appreciation for the tranquility of the place last year after the UPS plane crashed less than three miles from the house. Although we'd planned the trip well before the crash, it ended up being the thing we didn't know we needed, a nice break from the 'well, I guess planes are falling from the sky now too' line of thinking.
Edited these to try and capture a bit of that feeling, albeit with less of the sweating.
